<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:52:31.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intuition - - - less?</title><subtitle type='html'>instinct vs. reason</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-116274528695692841</id><published>2006-11-06T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:48:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stresses of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;so this second semester is coming to an end. . . it'a amazing how fast times goes by and how many things can change. once again, another semester has almost ended &amp; in the "life of celia" that means a period of personal forgetfulness, loss and pain. LOL. uh huh. the ditzy klutz has arisen from the ashes. ROFL. . .its the end of sem wierdness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;but even with all this loss, i realise i have gained so much this semester. so many blessings received. . .actually this entire year has been full of new experiences. anywaysss. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;so my study life? general behaviour in the jewellery studio has heightened to stages of high mental instability alert. the whole lot of us have become extra bitchy and our patience has seriously decreased. we eat more, we talk more, we complain more, we injure ourselves more, we breathe in more acid, but at least we last more. every day i spend in the jewellery studio shortens my life by about a year i reckon. yeah yeah, wateva. . .u may think i'm exaggerating, but it's prolly closer to truth than u think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;it seems like the days of constant parties were so long ago, even though in reality it was only a few weeks ago -_-. . .my last major party was my birthday. . .charlie &amp; me celebrated our 19th together *big smile* (oh, for those international-ish ppl who don't know yet, charlie is my special man aka the boyfriend) errrmmm. . .yeahhh. so parties are now a distant memory. crazy episodes faded to mere funny recollections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;the bright side : in 10 more days i shall be absolutely freeee. . .&amp; i can earn some moolah. new job, new fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;but TODAY. . .grrr. . .threatened to be a gloomy day with the pms-ing temperamental weather and all. was meant to go for a picnic today with my char-char, but noooo. . .it rained!!! so all plans for a romantic *cough* picnic by the riverside were quickly disipitating. sooo. . .all that food i prepared in the morning seemed a waste. blehness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;plan b: (well there was no plan b, but lets refer to it as that) we went to charlie's house &amp; had our "picnic" in his room. . .sandwiches, potato salad (oops forgot abt that. left it in fridge), chips, &amp;amp; even non-alchoholic bubbly. eheheh (whoever said i was an alchoholic eh!?) &amp; we even had the added company of his lil baby cousin nathan, who decided that his new amusement toy would be a screwdriver, which he happily used to pester me with. . .gather the visual imagination for urself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;anyway, wasn't tooo bad a day. . .another lazy. because we couldnt go picnic, we ended up going to the video store after church &amp; hired out some dvds. watched failure to launch in the afternoon. . .then later what women want &amp;amp; school of rock. lol. movie marathon for 2. awwww. how sweeet. . .ahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&amp; now i'm sitting at my computer wondering if this post is long enough for my bi-semester posting habit. ehehehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-116274528695692841?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/116274528695692841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=116274528695692841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/116274528695692841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/116274528695692841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/11/stresses-of-life.html' title='the stresses of life'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-115530706724255439</id><published>2006-08-11T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:37:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost children</title><content type='html'>uni uni uni. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd think that a higher education institution would make sense right? lol. well check this out. the jewellery crew had a great time redefining the meanings of signs that were placed around curtin for open day&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01723.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01724.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so much fun to hang out with the jewellery crew. but it's kinda sad that we're diminishing in numbers =( seems like everything is back to usual. food being prioritised in our minds, &amp; homework pushed aside while we discuss more "important issues of life"&lt;br /&gt;besides all the frolick. . .there's been a whole lot of procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways tmr. . .some despo shopping &amp;amp;amp; hanging out with my favourite ppl. then church. . .&amp;amp; sunday i gotta go to uni -_-. ehehhe. fun eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-115530706724255439?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/115530706724255439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=115530706724255439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115530706724255439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115530706724255439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost-children.html' title='lost children'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-115443089689472105</id><published>2006-08-01T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:14:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays over =(</title><content type='html'>big sigh. lol. uni has finally started again. . .initially i was looking forward to it with much antisipation. but as the expected day loomed closer ahead, i realised that my freedom &amp; lazy slackishness would be forced to stop. noooo. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much happened during my holidays. kinda feels like it wasn't even a holiday cause i was doing so much. the usual. .getting told for being out way to muchi and stretching my curfew rights to the max. ehehe. but i reckon i'm getting old. LOL. . .everything makes me tired so easy now. haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently i realise that everyone around me seems to be so energetic!!! like those sorts of ppl who neva get enough of anything. . .they always wanna go out more, talk more, eat more, tease more. . .wateva!!! ahahha. . .i classify them as ppl suffering from ACCD (Absurdly Compulsive Crazyness Disorder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had rivercruise last week. . .believe it or not i have neva eva been on a cruise before. was alrite i guess. . .boat was kinda packed and i was sick, so i felt extra queasy. post world cup fever was the theme i guess. . .so i actually decked out in my sports gear for once. lol. it's been awhile. strangely i saw someone there. . .a good fren i haven't seen in awhile. kinda awkward for abit, but i guess it was nice to catch up and talk abit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well uni life i reckon is just gonna get busier. . .i'm downright utterly hopeless at managing my time properly, so i guess i'll have to shape up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy has gone to darwin to work =( and mum works night shifts now. . .so nights at home are lonely and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been hooked on a korean series lately. . .just finished watching. soooo cute eh! lol. . .&lt;br /&gt;anywaaayyysss. . .my babble-o-meter is running low. . .toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-115443089689472105?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/115443089689472105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=115443089689472105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115443089689472105'/><link rel='self' 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lately, i've found so much happiness, that even that happiness doesn't make me a better person, that i forget to take into consideration that happiness of others. why is it that we always end up hurting the ones we love most?&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how moods can change oh-so-quickly. through all the pain and heart ache that seemed to be happening around me, i thought i was safe. i thought it wouldn't affect me. and then when you least expect it, it all hits closer to home. closer than you ever realised.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was sooooo happy. . .i haven't laughed sooo much in ages. i hadn't felt so free in ages. then last nite, the ugly world of reality decided to knock on my door again. my blind spots thrown straight into my face.&lt;br /&gt;last nite. . .as if to make up for all my happiness, came all the pain. why? i really don't know. lemme correct myself, it's not an ugly world, merely faintly beautiful truth.&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to hurt anyone. i'm grateful for all the things you've blessed my life with. my fondest moments. . .&lt;br /&gt;there's so much i'll never forget. beautifully broken, but hopefully we'll turn out the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts. . .hurts to think that my happiness is partly at the expense of others.&lt;br /&gt;i'll always keep that love though. i'll let go, but i'll still love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-115319277238238869?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/115319277238238869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=115319277238238869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115319277238238869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115319277238238869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/07/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-115207005325431801</id><published>2006-07-05T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T11:27:33.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angeline's belated birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our birthday girl in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a bad attempt at trying to fit all 4 of us in the pic &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(these gorgeous bubz rock my world. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01621.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;carine &amp; angeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01614.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;angeline &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01615.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reenz &amp; ange again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01628.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a toast to our girls. . .chyn &amp; carine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;closest to me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i think i'm really enjoying my holidays. . .hanging with the friends, and really spending time with them =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;yesterday we finally celebrated angeline's birthday. us girls took her for a nice, simple dinner at chi. it's been awhile since the 4 of us went out together. . .there was angeline, carine, chyn &amp; me. naturally when you find the 4 of us, you definitely can hear us. we're pretttty loud. laugh heaps too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the food was yummyyy. . .&amp; we ate so much! we bought bubbly too =) flavour was rank tho. lol. after dinner we went to baskin &amp;amp; robbins too (&amp; the bday girl actually shouted us all icecream!) lol. after that tho, we had to drop angeline home cause she had to go visit her mummy in hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;chyn had to go somewhere else. . .sooo. . .our original plans had to change. in the end carine &amp; me decided to go movies alone. BUT we wanted to watch "just my luck" but guess wat!? us slightly unlucky girls missed the last screening time. BLEH.  so we thought oh well, let's just go hang out at carine's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;so on the way home we called jase, &amp; he said he'd bring us out to gelares! ehehe. . .but we didn't eat icecream again thankfully. too full eh. met up with his frenz at gelares. . .then decided to go movies. .garden city. those bois reckon they're racers eh. zooming thru the streets, competing with each other &amp;amp; going thru red lights!!! ahaha. that was funny. jason followed his friend right thru a red light! how dumb!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;anyhow. . .sadly we decided to watch superman returns. . .-_-. there was nothing else to watch. we'd practically watched everything else. haihh. . .wasn't a really great movie. bumped into andrew in the cinema, so i was sitting nxt to him &amp; we kept nudging each other &amp;amp; talking crap abt the lame-ishness of the movie. LOL. &amp; if i didn't see wrong carine cried!!! awww. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;didn't get home till late &amp; i left my keys at a friends place on monday =x tried to get back into the house with as little drama as possible. worked a lil more on the rc tickets when i got home. then was forced to go to my room. bleh. so stayed on the fone for abit &amp;amp; eventually fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;overall, hols have been good. . .more interesting than i expected &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-115207005325431801?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/115207005325431801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=115207005325431801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115207005325431801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115207005325431801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/07/angelines-belated-birthday-dinner.html' title='angeline&apos;s belated birthday dinner'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-115129517979177892</id><published>2006-06-26T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:12:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>way too much</title><content type='html'>soo sooo sooo much happened this weekend. &amp; i'm too lazy to tell. but heaps of things have been happening. &amp;amp; i kinda missed out on alot too. so i'm catching up on wat i don't know. . .lol. &amp; there are some things i wish hadn't happened either. went out with friends alot. partied quite alot =x ate too little. ahahah. (so i'll be doing heaps that this week ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i had fun. &amp;amp; still plan on having heaps of fun. right now i'm quite tired though. perhaps i should cut down on going out a lil. ahaha. one things for sure. . .late nites are a lil too much now. i reckon early morning should be banned!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-115129517979177892?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/115129517979177892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=115129517979177892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115129517979177892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115129517979177892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/way-too-much.html' title='way too much'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-115089635361116378</id><published>2006-06-21T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:25:53.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays!!</title><content type='html'>yayyy. . .holidays alredi!!! wow. i never thought this day would come. today i felt sooo free. . .so much time, so little money. so i couldn't go shopping =(&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been filled with so much stress &amp; last minute cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen the state of things in the jewellery studio on monday. that was like our last day to complete our jewellery peices for submission. everyone was beginning to get really nervous and panicky. strangely i was rather calm, especially when compared o jaqui (my desk buddy) she waso soooo worried &amp;amp; kept fluffing abt the place. she din even have time to stuff her face with food as usual. LOL. stayed till late, &amp; i think it really got to our heads, cause insanity levels were steadily rising &amp;amp; i honestly believe our behaviour would have seemed hilarious to the random passer by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway by tuesday the hard work came to an end. the "big day" of reviews. 3 hours of getting our work marked &amp; assessed by our teachers. i must say, our class produced some really fantastic work. &amp;amp; now that semester 1 has ended, there will be no more burnt hair, broken nails, grubby fingers, and smoke filled eyes.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm really gonna miss being with the rest of them in the jewellery studio. no more jaffles, loud music, crazy laughing, dancing arnd, bullying the techy, HEAPS of food, swapping lunches, feminising the boys, exposed bum cracks =x. ahahhaha. i reckon us second yrs have the most interactive yr group =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reviews yesterday everyone turned seemed so relaxed and ready to have fun again. first thing i did was meet up with other frenz at the tavern. lol. had lunch with sheryl, king and jason, and alvin? after that jason dropped me home &amp; i sleeeeeeppppptttt fro like 2pm till 9pm. LOL. was meant to go movies with a fren, but i kinda couldn't wake up (since i din sleep the nite before) sorri &gt;&lt; was such a nice sleep tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today i went back to the studio to make some jewellery for a fren &amp;amp; the environment was so different. the studio was practically empty. so sad. i caught adrian stealing food fro mmy locker!!! naughty technician! lol. he thought he wouldn't see me for the nxt 4 weeks. but yeahh. it just seems that without the rest of the class the studio is pretty much lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll get to see all my jewellery hunnies again some time soon. . .&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping today!!! but bought nothing. LOL. that's something new. ehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-115089635361116378?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/115089635361116378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=115089635361116378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115089635361116378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115089635361116378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/holidays.html' title='holidays!!'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-115055945292364755</id><published>2006-06-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:50:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todayyyy. . .i woke up early. how wrong is that!? saturday is meant for sleeping in!&lt;br /&gt;had to go to uni to finish off creating hollow forms to submit this thursday. howeverrrr. . .didn't really get much done. got to uni &amp; jac and me just were NOT in the mood to do anything. we like started doing our work for 10 mins, then decided we were hungry. &amp;amp; jac and me have a reputation on being the biggest junk food cravers in class, but the smallest -_-" so we raided al's locker &amp; found popcorn! *pop*pop*pop* so we ended up eating &amp;amp; talking crap &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;) but like jaq &amp;amp; me were being silly and hiding behind benches throwing unpopped corn kernels at jen &amp; her lil bf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after that i went with my cell for lunch. was pretty ok. ate too much tho. felt sick later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to uni. . .continued working on my jewellery peices. . .&amp;amp; managed to finish 2 peices ( am i spelling rite!?) bleh. anyhowwww. . .got distrcted again. &amp; jaqs &amp;amp; me had leftover popcorn so we were like trying to pop them open with the gas torch but ended up making the whole studio smell like gas &amp; burnt corn kernels!!! everyone got into it &amp;amp; even the 3rd years couldnt resist the fun! lol. we laugh so much &amp; so hard together!!! had to rush off to work after that. . .got to work late due to perth's dodgy public transport system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh. . .when i got to work it was soooooo busy. the most hectic nite we've had since mother's day! i did not stand still for one moment. was quite bad actually =( had to chase arnd serving ppl, &amp;amp; with a memory like mine, it's challenging! but hey, i got a reallly good work out. running back and forth. usually, i have quite a high tolerance level, but it was pushed to its limit today. aunty rose was bugging me again. she honestly thinks she's better. i respect her cause she's older, but she's gotta keep in mind that i actually KNOW wat i'm dooooing, so she doesnt have to tell me like 10 thousand timessss!!!! arghhhhh. &amp; she talks so loud &amp;amp; blames me for everything in front of everyone so they can hear!!! i got realllly annoyed at her, &amp; ended up snapping at her =x the kitchen thought it was funny tho -_- i honestly just hada goood go at her. i feel bad now tho. . .i was too straightforward. ah wells. . .the boss gave me bacardi to calm me down after that!!! i guess it worked. i was a chirpy ready to serve person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhahaa. the boss was sooooo tipsy eh. he always hits the johnny walker when work gets busy. crazy things happened. . .one of the guys spilt beef in black bean sauce on my WHITE shirt. . .so i had to wash it. &amp;amp; yeah, wet white shirts aren't good. =/ omg. &amp;amp; uncle meng told the guy nxt door that i thought he had pretty eyes!!! so baaaddd. then the restaurant was vverrrry noisy. all the customers were likes suppperrr doooperrr happy. and made crude jokes abt everything we served them. blehhh. ermm. towel slapping fights? silly happy birthday renditions? we saw it all tonite. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna hush up now. i'm blabbering. i'm happy. i need to sleeeep. ehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-115055945292364755?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/115055945292364755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=115055945292364755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115055945292364755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115055945292364755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/todayyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-115029631903080987</id><published>2006-06-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:48:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><content type='html'>F O U N D. . .i found my student id card =) well, rather one of the other guys saw it sitting in the library &amp; realise di must've misplaced it. . .again. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really is getting very bad, my issue with forgetfulness. it's not like i purposely try to forget! it really frustrates me. the more careful i try to be, the more i seem to disappoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed so hard for my student card to appear! i really can't afford to lose anything else right now. i'm so grateful it's found =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy in the jewellery studio pretty much all week. my fingers no longer have a sense of touch in their tips. they've been abused &amp;amp; used so much that they're all swollen &amp; numb =( seee. this is what happens when you procrastinate. quality work becomes hard to produce, and you need to sacrifice so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i've learnt my lesson. i'm desperately praying for enough strength &amp;amp; memory to get through the rest of this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-115029631903080987?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/115029631903080987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=115029631903080987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115029631903080987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115029631903080987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-115012577222216081</id><published>2006-06-12T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:22:54.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stacked it</title><content type='html'>yayyyy!!! *whistles* australia just beat japan! LOL. take that y'all! you neva thought it possible eh?&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. . .wow. i'm so proud of australia. suffer sam. . .your darling japan just got whipped in the last 8 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;i have not watched soccer in soooo long. i've forgotten how exciting it can be. &amp; distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was footy. eagles won! woooot! lol. the guys at work wouldn't believe me and they lost a HUGE bet. made so many calls just to confirm the scores. and as usual yesterday, daddy, sam &amp;amp; me got told off by mum. . .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. for being "silly" during the service. dad kept falling asleep so me &amp; sam were drawing on him &amp;amp; poking his ears with saliva coated fingers. ahahaha. speaking of ppl sleeping. so was chewi!!! &amp; jason was sending me pics of the sleeping slug via bluetooth &amp;amp; mum wasn't too pleased abt that either. haihhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood is neutralised now. i was rather cranky today. things happening, old issues coming back to haunt me. . .i still can't stop thinking, why did things have to turn out this way and result as such? must i really be stifled by those silly restrictions that "supposedly" must be "respected."&lt;br /&gt;but on the bright side. . .i finished one more assignment and have only one left.&lt;br /&gt;to top that australia just WON! yeahhh baby. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errmm. . .sadly tho. . .my bum &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aches&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. (yes i can hear the roars of laughter again) sheeeshhh. . .you see, yesterday after lunch, melvin was holding the door open while everyone walked out the restaurant. BUT, upon seeing me, he SHUT the door. . .(just what happened to chivalry? gosh) lol. . .and welll. . .i uhmmm. . .errrr. . .opened the door &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;, then. . .i think i was trying to kick melvin or something, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i slipped and stacked it&lt;/span&gt;. i fell hard and full on.&lt;br /&gt;it's one of those moments that i don't think the guys are ever gonna let me forget -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ya ya. u can stop laughing now. sooo evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i soo clumsy!? arghhhh. . .&amp; today i was so sore. like seriously, sitting down &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt; and there's a big bruise.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i am trying my best to gather my mind back into one sensible piece, but sometimes i feel so confused i just don't know how to *sighs* i miss alot of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all of you having exams, i know i can't feel your pain but i do remember yous and wish you all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-115012577222216081?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/115012577222216081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=115012577222216081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115012577222216081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/115012577222216081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/stacked-it.html' title='stacked it'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-114987404851146894</id><published>2006-06-10T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T01:44:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I F  . . O N L Y . .&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(familiar phrase?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only. . .you ever wondered what would've happened if only?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;well i've had enough of that. lately that's all i've been doing and it's making me so tired. it's making me feel sad, cranky, moody, temperamental and yucky. i'm sick of thinking that things would be different if only i'd made another choice, done something else, thought other things, or acted another way. it's seriously infuriating sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;reveries are good. . .it's when they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;consume&lt;/span&gt; you that you realise reveries are also a nightmare. i want to be able to live life with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; regrets. i know it sounds really cliche, but i reckon there's more truth in it than you actually realise. but to live without regrets means that you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have to be&lt;/span&gt; confident of yourself. never doubt what you're feeling, and be certain of who you really are and want to be, what you want to do. you gotta know what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i'm not saying be all self-absorbed and cocky. just be yourself. don't think if only. . .lol. i'm in a undecided mood right now, hence the random rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;this week has been up and down up and down. i kinda feel dizzy. one thing i know for sure. i'm broke =/ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i now own 2 pairs of sass &amp; bide jeans =x 1 pair i kinda got free. but that has been my biggest expense this week! bought at the moment of utter frustration in a bid to calm my moodiness. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;another things that's for certain. i swear boys gossip more than girls. i know some girls out there agree with me! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-114987404851146894?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/114987404851146894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=114987404851146894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114987404851146894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114987404851146894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-only.html' title='if only . . .'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-114956183107639045</id><published>2006-06-06T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:46:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ishiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;last night i was talking to a friend about friendships &amp; relationships. which is more important? there was like a 10 minute silence over the phone when the subject was touched. unspoken words of trouble it felt like. during that silence was when most thoughts were running wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i honestly am worried. . .like. . .there has to be a balance right? there's a fear that a relationship becomes so important that friendships are lost or even forgotten. but thinking about it, it could also work the opposite way. a friendship becoming so important that a relationship is ruined. can u really feel which direction you're heading, or do you really become numb to the rest of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;your always gonna be happy for the person cause he/she has found something that makes him/her happy. . .but deep inside it still hurts that you've been left at the side. somehow you can feel insignificant or even betrayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i think communication is realllly important. so is trust. right now i have too much to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;if you ever read this i want you to know that you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very very muchly&lt;/span&gt; important to me. . .and i won't ever forget about you. and if i do you have the right to slap me silly. (actually you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to k?) you've been there for me through so much, and even though we're so similar, but yet so different, you seem to understand me better than anyone else. and if you ever feel that i've displaced/misplaced you in my life, i want you to be able to talk to me about it. stubborn as we are, it's better that we talk or even argue about it than keep it bottled up. pent up feelings will only mean frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;sorry if i seem distant. it's any ishy thing. . .and so much is happening. i guess in a way it's true that it can't be helped. kinda scary. . .but i know this one thing for sure. true friends are forever. &amp; corny as it sounds. . .friends are my true love. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"some people you meet for a moment. . .some for a season. . .and some for a lifetime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i accidently posted this up at sinfulindulgences. lol. embarassing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-114956183107639045?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/114956183107639045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=114956183107639045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114956183107639045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114956183107639045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/ishiness.html' title='ishiness'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-114948310617607371</id><published>2006-06-05T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:51:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more picsss</title><content type='html'>lol. moreee photos. i'm home alone &amp; i'm bored. this is the first time in ages i've been at home by myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01571.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01571.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still love my previous cell group =)&lt;br /&gt;chermaine, jason, angeline, chewi. . .sheryl, pj. . .&amp; at the bottom, charlyn, me, yagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/kitcoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/kitcoo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;carine &amp; me in my kitchen. . .lol. we were discussing why girls tend to get fatter easier. cause when we're hungry we actually bother to do something abt it. boys. . .they'd rather starve. lol&lt;br /&gt;don't have any actual pics of our food cause we ate most of itl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-114948310617607371?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/114948310617607371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=114948310617607371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114948310617607371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114948310617607371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-picsss.html' title='more picsss'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-114947943758864629</id><published>2006-06-05T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:50:37.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetfulness</title><content type='html'>yesterday was sunday (no duh &gt;&lt;). . .i went to church as usual. &amp; it was acually a pretty interesting service. lol. dad &amp;amp; me were drawing pics all over the bulletin again =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after church we went with my cell to lunch at happy meals. the place was practically taken over my zion ppl. sooo many ppl were there. after that the guys rented out a movie to watch but i had to go home &amp; get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work continues to be a nasty thing. lol. kinda fun still, but a little trying. everyone at work enjoyings taking teasing mee. . .am i really that easy to pick on!? (they're trying to set me up with any guy related to the restaraunt!!!) why am i getting crap abt that from all around!?&lt;br /&gt;so after work carine picked me up &amp;amp; we decided to go to uni &amp; study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uni seemed pretty busy for a sunday night. &amp;amp; we bumped into the usually ppl. yvonne, sheryl, jason, angeline, chewi. . .&amp; so i had this mindset that i WAS gonna get work done, but my production rate just wasn't satisfactory. i got so little done. . .AND was too busy chatting. . .AND SO. . .i left my usb (or rather shyong's usb thumbdrive) at abacus. . .AGAIN. this is like the 3rd time i've lost it. *cries* now i'm really screwed. my assignments are all on that usb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i cannot understand tho is how i got so distracted that i didnt realise i'd left it there till 2am. . .&amp;amp; by then it was too later to go back &amp; get it. . .mum would have chucked a spack. bleh. anyway. . .first thing this morning right after i woke up, i went to (in my daggy pjs&lt;br /&gt;) to look for it. . .AND COULDN'T FIND IT! *horror* i couldnt sleep well last nite knowing that i've lost it again. . .&amp;amp; now i'm so miserable i feel like binging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i reckon that what others say abt me is really true. if i could loose my head i would. i reallly do think i could make that possible, even tho it hurts me to admit it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite was still fun tho. after "studying" at uni, carine came back to my place &amp; we kinda raided the fridge. hungrryyy. . .she had some fried rice i brought home from work while i rummaged through the pantry looking for something sweeter. in the end we settled for making pancakes =D. the 1st batch was so rank tho. (yucky instant mix) LOL. we added choc chips &amp;amp; nutella. . .not-so-great a combination. sweeeet tho&lt;br /&gt;second batch was yummmy. . .we chopped up apples &amp; boiled it with cinnamon &amp;amp; brown sugar, then added it into the batter. . .yummm. . .+ more apples &amp; honey. . .but my the time we'd finished the second batch we were so full from eating the garlic bread we were making while preparing more pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;yah yah. we are "little, short, chubby" piggies. shup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made quite abit of noise. mum woke up &amp;amp; scared me. she was like wat r u girls doing!? wat's the time!?&lt;br /&gt;both of us at almost the same time: "*argh*jump* HI! errrm. 1:30? *cheeky grin* we're hungry. we're cooking. . seeee. we're eating *laugh*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dearrrr. i'm still staring at a pile of pancakes wondering where the usb is. . .why am i so clumsy!? i define the word forgetful with the utmost sense of utter dumbness &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-114947943758864629?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/114947943758864629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=114947943758864629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114947943758864629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114947943758864629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/forgetfulness.html' title='forgetfulness'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-114931791608192126</id><published>2006-06-03T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:50:19.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eva since. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01362.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;since i haven't done this in awhile. . .i'm gonna flood this place with photos, both recent &amp; old. so it kinda works backwords. . .some of the memorable moments of the past 6 or more months. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my lovely cell. . .or previous cell now =( =) they've been a beautiful encouragement to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01362.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the new cell. lol. try &amp; spot the girls. minority. but these guys are awesome eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;passion easter camp ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC01161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC01161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;still at camp. awww. . .bonding with my lil bro -_-" he's getting big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00695.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00695.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my girlfriend. carine's 19th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00693.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00693.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us girls at matsuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was a  girls nite out to begin with. . .but then the boys came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00733.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and things got a little messy at karaoke . . . almost disastrous, but still a nite to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00670.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00670.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first day back at uni as second years. . .with my very  crazy, insane, but lovable jewellery class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/Picture%20120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/Picture%20120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chinese new year in malaysia. . .but i wasnt there -_- i left  a week before. lol. i missed my frens and daddy way too much &amp; came back to perth early after staying in msia for 2MONTHS!&lt;br /&gt;that was hardd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;making faces in the fish &amp; chip shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00240.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00240.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at middleton beach with my favourite girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00201.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol. the happy days. . .haihh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the beach at sunset. but our heads block the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00188.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ssshhh. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;under our pink umbrella. it was meant to be a summer holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;albany trip with my favourite girls. me. chyn. carine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/sunsetdream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/sunsetdream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;preparing for our albany trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/SP_A0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/SP_A0277.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girl time in the city. carine. me. angeline. chyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC09826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC09826.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;msu ball. . .wasn't that great a nite. but it was my first ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC09966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC09966.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;justin's 18th birthday party. . .but he's not even in the picture!! he's the photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/1600/DSC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4740/473/320/DSC00018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my 18th. . .in short, alot happened that nite. let's leave it at that =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo soooo much more happened, &amp;amp; i have sooo much more pics. . .but omg. . .it's taken ages alredi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-114931791608192126?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/114931791608192126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=114931791608192126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114931791608192126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114931791608192126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/eva-since.html' title='eva since. . .'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-114925840903132227</id><published>2006-06-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:26:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back for nows</title><content type='html'>so it's been almost a yr since i last posted. i guess i became semi detatched from the web world. back for now as it's almost hols &amp; i've had ppl bugging me abt how oftn my blog dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm. . .so since last yr i guess a lot has happened. fair share of ups and downs. currently my major trouble is finding a healthy balance between work, study, and play. i downright cannot find anything to balance me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still as forgetful as ever. . .i loose things at a rate faster than u can imagine =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uni is kinda losing its entertainment. my motivation has kinda died down. i cant seem to find enough inspiration for jewellery these days. but i still love it. =) design is my passion. nomatter how much inspiration i loose it will always be a mjor passion in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm believing in truth again =) so a big thankyou to all the ppl out there who've been there for me these past few months. u neva gave up on me, &amp;amp; celia is back to plague ur life. . .i love u all muchly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-114925840903132227?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/114925840903132227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=114925840903132227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114925840903132227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114925840903132227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-for-nows.html' title='back for nows'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-114786709606367763</id><published>2006-05-17T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:58:16.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehehe. i'm back again. . .dunno how long for. but for as long as this can keep me entertained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bored beyond extremes right now &amp; waaaaay toooo distracted. so much happening, but i don't seem to wanna catch up with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just stay home &amp; sleep away the days now. *pig* yes, i do realise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality will hit me fairly soon, but for now let me be happy with being lazy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. . .was very unproductive, but rather interesting. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i am losing soooo much of my personal items lately! it's like my old forgetful self has come back to haunt me. arghhhh. i lost my usb, i lost my gold (but then found it again in my glasses case. eheheh =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. . .back to today. . .tangent. ermm. could NOT wake up. snoozed for like 1 hour. . .then went to uni to meet up more undetermined ppl. lol&lt;br /&gt;from uni i walked to sheryl's house to visit &amp; talk talk. lol&lt;br /&gt;then we went for lunch at karawara. &amp;amp; walkeded so much. ahahah&lt;br /&gt;uhmm. . .k. lazy to write anymore lah.&lt;br /&gt;back at uni again, &amp; am still majorly distracted. why is it that every single time i reckon i'm able to reign in some sort of dedication &amp;amp; concentration, my efforts are thwarted by some lame distraction. arrgrhhhhhh. i cannot take it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. nothing left to say. ahahha. byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-114786709606367763?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/114786709606367763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=114786709606367763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114786709606367763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/114786709606367763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2006/05/ehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-112329116595639117</id><published>2005-08-06T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:19:25.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;swinging back into the uphill shift pace of uni life. . .more work less play. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;back i really do have to admit it has been great being able to see so many friends again! i didn't even realise how much i'd missed them till i saw them all again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so along with uni has come both good and bad. mood swings mania. i seriously am emotionally unstable i reckon. with gusto i can both love &amp; loathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i straightened my hair again on wednesday &amp; now it's soooo flat! &amp;amp; she cut my fringe sooo short! =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ahaha! i've been continuing my driving lessons, &amp; it's getting to be quite a challenge waking up early in the morning. . .7:50. but the instructor said i have good control of my clutch! yay =) so when i'm more confident i'll be chaufering my friends around &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this week has made me realise how dependant i've become. i cannot &amp; i really mean cannot survive without my phone. i was soooo moody without it. i couldn't find anyone, nobody could find me! ahaha. but some know me well enough. when celia is upset, go to the game center &amp;amp; she'll be there playing pool. so that's where they found me. ehhehe. but that was on thursday. today i was a lil happier, cause someone kindly lent me their phone for the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh! i didn't mention what happened to my phone! lol. *blushes* well, i threw a tantrum for reasons i'd rather not mention &amp; story abridged, i threw it &amp;amp; it ermmm. . .required repair thereafter. so i am without one of my most precious possessions for awhile. but i've learnt my lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after every storm there's a rainbow. today i had my rainbow. i enjoyed today. had 2 3 hour classes, but they were fun. design colour &amp; texture, &amp;amp; digital rendering. &amp; omg. my lecturer for rendering is a young asian dude. sooo not teacher material. lol. &amp;amp; today i had a phone. &amp; me &amp;amp; my frens went for yum cha at northbridge. was good, even though their choice of restarount was bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp; for the first time today i helped to push start a car!!! spent ages calling around asking if anyone had jump leads. . .but nooooo. it seems jump leads are almost non-existant among young guys these days. so it was out into the rain &amp;amp; pushhhhh. ahaha. sarah's excel wasn't starting up, &amp; so justin, reggie, &amp;amp; me went to help her. some random guy offered help too. so it was into 2nd gear. . .clutch, push, push, push, drope the clutch &amp; floor it! vrooom. ahaha. &amp;amp; it worked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;k. i get excited over the smallest things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-112329116595639117?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/112329116595639117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=112329116595639117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/112329116595639117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/112329116595639117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2005/08/swinging-back-into-uphill-shift-pace.html' title=''/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-112296288129330645</id><published>2005-08-02T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T14:08:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vrooom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;uni has started again. . .hence my forgetfulness to update. . .friday pplz. . .i'll be back friday. rite now i'm going driving. wheeee! pray for me. . .i sorta give a whole new definition to the word driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-112296288129330645?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/112296288129330645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=112296288129330645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/112296288129330645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/112296288129330645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2005/08/vrooom.html' title='vrooom'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365570.post-112204107690397418</id><published>2005-07-22T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T23:49:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting. . .again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;another new start. . .gosh. . .perseverance. it's definitely a word i've had to learn to embrace. harsh realities going against my oh-so-perfect dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;bitter awakenings. . .but still, it's something everyone has to go through. just pick yourself up, get duct tape, &amp; temporarily pull yourself together while you wait for a more permanent solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;for me. . .uni break is almost over. it's been great. my productivity rate has been magnificent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a juggle of activities. work, work, work, shopping, sleeping, eating, playing games, watching movies, getting fat, buying boots, putting holes in my socks. . .the list of interesting occasions continues. . .wouldn't you agree? i'm a highly productive girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;anyways. . .holidays has been fabulous. i can't deny that. but soon it'll be back into the usual routine, of more study, less play, hard work, &amp; GYM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;so first. . .pictures. . .i love pics. . .lol. . .the party pics are from reggie's 21st fancy dress party last night. it was awesome. was in dalkieth @ the yacht club. at night. . .full moon. . .neat views. fabulous people. splendid music &amp; dancers. i went dressed up all seventies style. jackie made me buy that gaudy dress. . .shortest thing i've EVER worn in agggess. . .+ the high heeled boots. i was quite "seventiesh." my gal jackie went all sixties. she looked goood. i did her hair *ehehe* been spending heaps of time with friends &amp;amp; i'm loving it. i'll spare you the details, cause you really don't need to know. all you needa know is i love my friends. . .i really do. . .i do. . .LoL. . .k. . .presenting. . .my gorgeous friends :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09785.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;group pic : gals + justin. L-R : sarah-beaut. regina [bday princess] erin-wild gal. kali-glamour gal. celia-"the lil one". jackie-miss talkative. ehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09797.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&amp; this is the most i'll eva let yous see of our short skirts&lt;br /&gt;(justin is quite a bad photographer. lol. he doesn't give us time to run. but he did retty well for a guy with one arm in a sling &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the absolutely gorgeous birthday girl. TWENTY ONE!!! reggie has the prettiest eye lashes ever. totally real &amp; supppppeeerrrrr lonnnng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09783.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;alister &amp; jaqueline. aren't they just sooo cute!? my sixties gal! gotta love the hair ~.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09812.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the beautiful. erin. reggie. kali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC09813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;most of the jewellery class. watch out for us. one day we're gonna be famous designers. lol. i love this pic. it was soooo beautiful out there on the balcony. . .overlooking the waterfront *awe* but it was freeeeezing cold!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365570-112204107690397418?l=cheekycherub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/feeds/112204107690397418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365570&amp;postID=112204107690397418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/112204107690397418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365570/posts/default/112204107690397418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycherub.blogspot.com/2005/07/starting-again.html' title='starting. . .again?'/><author><name>ceelilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159522244324705563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/ceelilya/DSC08640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
